The devil is coming

Chapter 9 Demon Jump
Blind Bei has assigned tasks to almost everyone, which is in line with his image. Throughout the ages, in many literary and artistic works, most fortune tellers and military advisors appear as blind men.
It's just that the profession of military advisor is relatively competitive and there are few positions, so most fortune tellers are blind.
These are not actually shown in Aqiu's comics. In Aqiu's comics, he is a demon who sets up a private court and claims to be the embodiment of justice.
However, after all, people are not pieces of paper, and they cannot have both positive and negative sides. Therefore, in this world, when everyone breaks away from the constraints of comics, the characters become more alive.
Next, everyone started to make preparations.
Feng Siniang first asked a few servants in the inn to go outside to publicize the news that I would personally pick up the guests. It felt like a certain starlet from an island country suddenly announced that she would go to sea to film a movie.
Xue San squatted by the wellhead in the yard, with a whetstone in front of him, and began to sharpen the knife.
However, what I was sharpening were small daggers and small pliers, which were probably the standard items for a gentleman in Liang Shang.
Zheng Fan came over curiously, squatted next to him, and asked:
"Where's your sword?"
Zheng Fan remembered that in the comics, the image of Xue San was with a big iron sword slung across his back. Maybe the author Qin Siyu liked this kind of cute contrast.
While sharpening the knife, Xue San raised his head, smiled at Zheng Fan, and replied:
"Report to the Lord, no problem."
"Gone?"
"When we came into this world, everyone was naked except for the clothes they were wearing."
Zheng Fan nodded, so that's it.
At the moment, I felt a little regretful in my heart. The things these people originally held in the comics should be regarded as artifacts if they were thrown away in reality.
"My Lord, you can go sit in the front hall first and drink tea or wine. After tonight, we can report back to the Lord what the world is like."
"thanks everyone."
Zheng Fan did not go to the front hall. To be honest, he was a little afraid to face the unknown. He sat in the front hall and waited until the afternoon when the guests would come. He looked at the guests who were dressed very differently from modern ones. This kind of unknown Sensation that can make it difficult to breathe.
But he couldn't help but want to explore this unknown.
Maybe, I'm not used to it yet. It's like a normal person watching a horror movie, feeling both pain and happiness.
Zheng Fan returned to his room and lay on the bed. Everyone outside was busy and making preparations. Zheng Fan took a nap.
This sleep lasted much longer than expected. When I woke up, I found that it was already dark outside.
"I can really sleep."
Zheng Fan laughed at himself somewhat helplessly.
In fact, Zheng Fan also wanted to see if he could be of any help, otherwise he would be called "Master" one by one by them, with a look of shame on his face.
But Zheng Fan knew very well that he seemed to be of little help, and if he forced himself to help, he might even be unhelpful.
Perhaps, if I take a nap in the house and let them offer me as a mascot, they will be happier.
After leaving the room and walking into the courtyard, I happened to see A Ming again.
A Ming was standing in the shadow of the wine cellar door, holding a small file in his hand, as if he was trimming his nails.
When he sensed Zheng Fan coming, A Ming raised his head, looked at Zheng Fan, and said:
"My lord, Fan Li has followed a caravan of the barbarian tribe to the desert in the afternoon. Xue San has also gone to camp. The blind man went to visit the wife of the patrol captain in the afternoon and has not returned yet."
A Ming continued to cut his nails while talking.
"Ah."
Zheng Fan responded, then hesitated and asked:
"How can I help?"
A Ming was stunned for a moment, and there seemed to be something meaningful in his eyes, and he said:
"Actually, Lord, you have already been of great help."
Zheng Fan was speechless. He thought A Ming meant that he was helping by not causing trouble.
Who knows, A Ming continued:
"The bidding over there has ended, but there is some trouble."
"What's the trouble?"
“The highest bidder paid a little too much.”
"so………"
Zheng Fan has never doubted the charm of Feng Siniang. Men have different tastes. Some like petite ones, some like big ones, some like cooing ones, and some like purring ones;
But Feng Siniang, as Qin Siyao's fantasy of a perfect mature woman, her every move and smile is definitely extremely attractive.
One of the most effective ways to tell whether a man is horny is to put your index finger between a man's upper lip and nose. If there is breath, it proves that he is horny.
“That person also has an entourage, which is said to be an entourage, but is more like a bodyguard.
This young man came to Hutou City a few days ago. At the brothel in the east of Hutou City, he asked two women to enter the inn. However, the two women entered the inn but were carried out. One is now Still alive, one has died.
He paid the money to that brothel, and there was nothing wrong with that brothel. "
According to the previous arrangement, Feng Siniang opened the door to receive guests this time because she wanted to catch a big fish. Her purpose was to torture the world's "world view" from the mouth of this big fish.
Then, to be on the safe side, this fish must be disposed of. After the "world view" sharing is over, Liang Cheng or A Ming will wear the clothes of the big fish and walk out of the inn with a "finished" attitude. Clean up the suspicion of the inn.
Originally, all we had to do was target that big fish, and what’s more, a man
But with the addition of a guard and entourage out of thin air, there are a lot of variables. In addition, A Ming said that this person shouted the highest price and was the one who crushed the whole crowd. The richer and more distinguished the person, the more his entourage and guard. The strength may be stronger.
Devil jumps, don't take it off for fun.
"How about poisoning?" Zheng Fan suggested.
"I have observed that the attendant, after entering the inn, although he has been sitting next to his master, he has never drank or eaten."
This kind of follower will require you to stay awake at all times, so it is more difficult to deal with.
Especially when the demon kings under Zheng Fan were still ordinary people.
"Since the idea is too tough, just give up."
Zheng Fan didn't want them to suffer losses.
A Ming smiled, his teeth were very white, shook his head and said:
"The more powerful the follower is, the more things the master knows, and the more valuable it is for us to attack him. Besides, Siniang has already received money from him, so it is impossible to really let Siniang sleep with him."
"Too."
"My Lord, if you want to help, you can help me carry this jar of wine and go to the front hall. Calculate the time. It's almost time."
"okay."
Zheng Fan's eyes wandered around the ground, and when he saw a small wine jar, he immediately bent down and picked it up.
"So heavy..."
"It contains incense ash."
"Is this thing used for sneak attacks?"
"Well, the master will see the right moment and just hit the guard. The rest will be left to me and Liang Cheng."
"Okay okay."
Zheng Fan nodded vigorously.
"My lord, go ahead. Liang Cheng is waiting at the stairs in the front hall."
"What about you?"
A Ming pointed to the south side of the yard, where there was a ladder that led directly to the second floor of the front hall.
"I will go into Siniang's room from the ladder and help Siniang control the big fish first; the guard will guard the room in the outer room. When you guys take action, I will sneak attack from behind him in the inner room."
"it is good."
Although in the comic story, Zheng Fan has "killed countless people", "full of blood" and "heinous crimes", but to be honest, he is just a keyboard warrior. Well, he may have a little more imagination than the ordinary keyboard warrior.
He has never even killed a chicken, but killing people...well...this is really killing, he has killed himself.
Zheng Fan entered the front hall with a small wine jar. Liang Cheng was indeed standing at the entrance of the stairs waiting. When he saw Zheng Fan walking towards him with the wine jar in his arms, Liang Cheng seemed a little surprised. In addition to being surprised, he was also a little angry.
"Who asked the Lord to come to you, A Ming?"
"I asked for it myself." Zheng Fan replied.
Liang Cheng frowned, and it could be seen that he was quite dissatisfied;
Zheng Fan, on the other hand, felt a little uneasy and could only continue: "I will obey your orders and run away after smashing the ashes."
He felt that Liang Cheng thought that he was useless and could only get in the way, so he was dissatisfied.
But Liang Cheng's next cold words surprised Zheng Fan:
"The Lord's safety cannot be compromised."
Are you caring about me?
"I'll just smash it and run away. Nothing will happen. Besides, there are still you guys."
Seemingly seeing that Zheng Fan was still insisting, Liang Cheng nodded helplessly, indicating his agreement.
Then, he turned around and walked upstairs.
Zheng Fan naturally followed him with the wine jar in his arms. In fact, Zheng Fan still felt that this action was a bit radical.
Fan Li went to the desert with the caravan to open up his horizons to the barbarians; Xue San went to the government to steal documents and letterheads; and the blind man went north to seduce the wife of a general. These are actually enough, right?
But the inn plans to obtain information directly by silencing them. It's okay if it succeeds, but what if it fails?
However, Zheng Fan could also understand in his heart that these guys were originally monsters in comics who killed people without blinking an eye and even took pleasure in killing. When they did things, many times they really only focused on the results and did not care about the process. and means.
Normal people will do things when they are strong enough, but lunatics will not do anything until they are strong enough!
And now that the action has begun, the arrow is on the string, and there is no time to think about anything else. The four ladies of Renfeng have already welcomed the guests into the boudoir.
…………
yard,
After Zheng Fan entered the front hall,
A Ming still stood at the door of the wine cellar for a while.
Yes, he still held the small file in his hand, but he was not trimming his nails as Zheng Fan thought before.
Instead,
He stabbed the tip of the file into his palm again and again.
"puff!"
"puff!"
"puff!"
The wounds were poked out one by one,
Then,
The wounds were healing rapidly one after another at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Finally, A Ming stopped his continuous self-mutilation behavior, raised his head, and looked at the moon, which was not very bright tonight.
He smiled.
(End of this chapter)